Founding of the Federation 3: The First AI War (135 page)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Directed-energy_weapon

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electromagnetic_pulse

https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101218082749AAyERs1

AI:

http://io9.com/cool-experiment-puts-asimovs-first-law-of-robotics-to-t-1634921913

http://gizmodo.com/googles-dream-robot-is-running-wild-across-the-internet-1715839224

http://io9.com/we-should-not-dismiss-the-dangers-of-killer-robots-so-1724121965

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuxnet

http://io9.com/this-robot-just-passed-a-rudimentary-self-awareness-tes-1718582523

Robotics:

http://io9.com/leading-experts-sign-an-open-letter-calling-for-a-ban-o-1720367895

Space:

http://worldbuilding.stackexchange.com/questions/8866/where-to-anchor-my-space-elevator

http://www.engadget.com/2015/07/21/nasa-iss-gas-station-satellite-inspection/

http://gizmodo.com/this-is-how-foster-partners-want-to-3d-print-a-martia-1732971874

Medicine:

http://io9.com/our-pets-are-turning-into-cyborgs-1668268176

http://gizmodo.com/meanwhile-in-the-future-extreme-body-modification-1716137979

http://www.engadget.com/2015/08/27/microscopic-fish-could-clean-toxins-from-your-bloodstream/

http://www.engadget.com/2015/08/17/ibm-wires-up-neuromorphic-chips-like-a-rodents-brain/

Misc:

http://io9.com/10-horrifying-technologies-that-should-never-be-allowed-1635238363

http://io9.com/8-craziest-mega-engineering-projects-we-could-use-to-re-1721978766

http://io9.com/gray-goo-scenarios-and-how-to-avoid-them-1724622907

http://io9.com/i-cant-stop-laughing-at-this-3-billion-lord-of-the-rin-1724002061

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_winter

http://www.engadget.com/2015/08/20/carbon-from-the-air/

http://gizmodo.com/the-future-will-be-full-of-lab-grown-meat-1720874704

Inspiring art:

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/fire-16d5a1c7-487a-4abb-b1aa-b7c76f589384

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/titansgrave-runcible

The following is a
raw
excerpt from Pirate Rage:

Five weeks after they were given the go order, the North Hampton class light cruisers
Mikhail Kutuzov
and
Wanda Lu
jumped into the Destria star system 1 light minute short of the the normal jump zone. They probed the star system carefully with passive sensors and recon drones before they switched to active sensors and moved in deeper. “There aren't any ships in orbit. CIC is picking up satellites however,” the sensor officer reported.

“Understood. Guns, I want recon probes sent out in every direction. I don't want to get caught with our pants down around our ankles like
Firefly
did,” captain Casper Boo intoned. The lieutenant commander was a pure white Neocat with pale blue eyes and an unenviable name. He made up for it by doing his job to the best of his ability. He had Lieutenant Commander Maggie Courtland by date of rank despite the fact that the two of them had graduated in the same class. He had a shade more experience in the hot seat than she did and liked to rib her about it.

The one limited good thing that had happened after
Firefly
had stepped on it's sword was that the poor showing had been a wake up call to the rest of the military. The gory example of overconfidence made them all think twice and
look
twice at unknown star systems before they moved in closer. Suspicion and caution was now ingrained into their psyche all over again. No one wanted to fall into the same trap, not if they could help it.

“No sir. Definitely not. Recon shell launch in five sir. We'll need to coordinate with
Wanda Lu
to get it right.”

“Then do so,” the captain ordered.

---<>))))

As they moved cautiously through the star system over the course of several days their recon shell reported no sign of enemy ships. There was also no ion trails except old ones in and out.

“They've got a dozen satellites in orbit skipper,” the CIC rating reported when they moved within 5 light minutes of the planet.

“Can we hit them from this far out Guns?” the captain asked, eying the Relgarth TACO.

“I believe so,” the reptile hissed, scanning her instruments. First Lieutenant Warm Blood IXL was very good at her job, and like any good tactical officer she was a bit blood thirsty. She also wanted to learn martial arts with the Marines however she had a bad habit of biting, clawing, and savaging an opponent when in unarmed combat training so they'd banned her. Respectively of course.

“KEW strikes. Hit them from here if you can. Each one you miss means you owe a lap around the ship,” the skipper said. “Fire when ready.”

“Consider it done,” the Relgarth hissed.

“Hopefully right,” the helm rating murmured to his partner. That tail of hers can seriously bruise some shins in passing,” he muttered.

The captain's long sensitive ears picked up the remark. They flicked to the humans then back to the Relgarth. She tapped at her controls like a maestro. This would be her first live fire against an enemy so she wanted to get it right he noted. Besides, she hated to run, which was why he'd put that up as the stakes.

“Got it?” he asked, sitting back and pretending to waggle his thumbs. One of the greatest things his creators had done was to give them thumbs he thought.

“Just a moment,” the Relgarth said.

“Anytime,” the captain teased, flicking his ears.

“Got it. Two are behind the planet so there will be a delay in launching. I split the fire with
Wanda Lu's
tactical department.”

“So if they miss you get to run anyway? You really are confident...” the captain said.

The Relgarth looked up in surprise tongue flicking. “Wait...”

“Fire,” the captain said, pointing a finger like a gun.

“Firing,” the reptile said obediently.

After a moment the rail guns fired six times from each ship. The small tungsten rounds flew inward ahead of them at nearly half the speed of light.

“Sensors, how are we doing with the scans of the planet? Do they match what we know?”

He was referring of course to what little data they had on file about the planet and star system. Move it had been pulled directly from the Encyclopedia Galactica files. The little trade information they had gotten had been geared more for contacts and trade interests than the planet or population. They knew players on the planet... but the knowledge was years old.

And since the Horathians had invaded the planet, most of those people were either dead, hostages, or helping their conquers like boot licking lackeys he thought. Or, just maybe, a few might be fighting back. Maybe. He had his doubts though.

“Not much from this distance skipper. There is a hurricane off the East coast of one of the continents. When we get in closer we'll get better resolution from the sensors to do a proper comparison,” the CIC rating said.

“As I thought,” the captain said. He nodded once. “Com? Traffic?”

“All local captain. Nothing towards us. I doubt they even knew we entered the star system,” the com rating reported.

“Good,” the captain said with a feline predatory smile. “All the better.”

---<>))))

Once the division was parked in a polar orbit their sensors reached out to scan the planet thoroughly for any intelligence material they could gather. Radar, thermal, spectrographic, gravity, and lidar were used to map the planet in an orange peel by the duo. All of the placements of enemy forces were noted, as were the concentration camps.

Warm Blood's tactical department had acquitted themselves well but Wanda Lu had missed one satellite. The reptilian tactical officer had taken her medicine with good grace... though she'd insisted her entire department join her in the run. They'd run laps around her, but that hadn't been the point.

“We can't just sit up here and do nothing,” the CIC rating said in another open discussion on the bridge. “I mean... people are...” he closed his eyes in pain.

“I know what you are feeling,” Warm Blood said. She saw the human look at her and then away. “Thank you for your feelings. It is comforting,” the tactical officer said. “I too feel helpless,” she said as the main screen filled with a close up view of the line of people being sent to what looked like a gas chamber.

“Why don't they run? Fight? Better to fight and die than to... just die tamely!” the rating said, waving a helpless hand.

“They are cowed. Scared. Sheep,” the captain said. “Some are in shock, others don't believe it is really happening. They will find out too late it is.”

“The thing that bothers me is that no one else is trying to stop it,” another rating said.

The captain looked over to the Veraxin and then to the tactical team. “But we are.”

“Sir?” the Relgarth asked, looking up and flicking her tongue in and out.

“Guns, we're not going to let this go. I want a pattern set up. We are going to fire KEW shots into the military bases we've identified. Hit them hard until their
mother's
bleed,” he growled.

“Sir, those aren't our orders,” the Veraxin ATO protested.

“Let me worry about that. It's called initiative. I'll deal with the fall out if any come. I doubt it. Make sure you get some recordings, I bet the folks at home will
love
to see it.”

“Yes sir. Especially those in ET and Protodon I bet,” the TACO hissed angrily as she issued the commands to their missile tubes to switch to KEW strikes. “Work with me here Click's,” she said.

“Yes ma'am.”

The captain nodded as he observed them. “Good.”

While he waited he got a text message from Maggie. He replied back with a simple, yes. “My ass Mags,” he murmured, typing the words out. “You in?” he asked.

“Hell yes,” came back from the other captain after less than a second. He nodded.

“Sir, should we contact them? Demand surrender?” First Lieutenant Chubs asked. The Neochimp looked a little chagrined as the rest of the bridge glared his way. “Sorry, protocol. We want all our I's and T's handled in case this bites us in the ass,” he said. He looked over to the TACO. “No offense.”

“None taken I suppose. Even paper pushers have to have their say,” she replied dryly. He snorted. “You do realize we'll be warning them?”

“I'm more worried about them accepting the surrender to be honest,” the XO said, sounding amused. “I mean, what do we do about it?”

“Cross that bridge when we get there,” the captain said. His ears were down, a sign he didn't like the idea either. “Comm,” he turned to the comm rating. “Raise the planet.”

“Sir, it will take a moment since they won't be expecting us,” the comm rating replied, tapping at her controls.

“We've got time. It will give our tactical experts time to see if they can hit the broad side of a barn,” he said, voice returning to normal. “What say you Guns, going to see how many laps you can make this go around?”

“We're not really going to hit a barn are we?” the Veraxin ATO asked, looking at his boss with two of his eye stalks while his hands continued to work.